Alright folks, I'm seeing a Workers Comp case here. Her documents from the state list her occupation as a "data and document extractor".
This is a job I've never heard of, so I asked her what she does. And she said:
"I work in the mail room. My job is to open up all the envelopes, and give the letters to the sorting people."
So that's what a "data and document extractor" does. Now you know.
Gotta love it; from the euphemistic to the sublime. Sounds like a fun parlor game when we were kids; coming up with mystifying job titles for tasks performed in ordinary job descriptions.
ReplyDeleteI had to contact the director of Leeches once. Name was just as implied. Yuck.
ReplyDeleteWow. that's something my kid's teacher might call herself.
ReplyDeleteWeird, I did that exact job as a temp once (not sure what it was called). You grab a box of letters, make sure they're all going the same way...Then there's a huge-ass machine and you put the letters in it and the machine whips them through and tears them open nice and neat-like. It was for a company that processed surveys, so there were like tens of thousands of letters to open. After that, I got promoted (heh) to the person that put them in a scanner and assigned all the free-form written responses to the surveys to categories of response. At some point in my early 20s, I was an expert in all the ways you could classify cereal, butter, cooking oil etc.
ReplyDeleteI kind of liked those jobs actually.
I did home remodeling, drywall, painting, etc, before I did this. I liked that too, Nurse K.
ReplyDeleteStill comes in handy. But not often. Mrs. Grumpy is better at it than me now.
At the same time, at some point, I was a biker bar/nightclub waitress (good lessons in pre-hospital asswhoopin' management, namely, yelling 'get up and get out of here or I'm going to have to call an ambulance!!!!') and worked in a research lab putting urine samples in test tubes and labeling them. Holy trigger finger injury there.
ReplyDeleteBTW Girls get into waaaaay better barfights than doods. Girls'll bash a beer bottle over your head, pull your hair, throw you on the shards of glass and bitch-stomp yah. Guys just go hide in the parking lot and punch each other. Boring!
Agree, Nurse K. I used to watch my sister beat the shit out of other girls.
ReplyDeleteI was afraid to ask where she was extracting them from....
ReplyDeleteI worked as a temp-intermittent for two seasons at the IRS. My job title was Mail Extractor.
ReplyDeleteA different department used automated machinary to cut the envelopes open. Then we Mail Extractors removed, and sorted, the forms and payments.